Boldir's Harem

Boldir’s Harem

 

An Erotic Harem Fantasy Adventure Novel

Elliot Silvestri

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

Boldir’s Harem

 

Copyright © 2023 Green Bush Publishing

 

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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

 

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

 

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

 

About the Author

 

Chapter 1

 

Boldir dropped the sack onto the flagstone floor, reached down and upended it, letting the contents spill out. King Zelroth, sitting on his throne, let his lip curl back in disgust.

“Four goblin heads,” Boldir announced proudly. "All slain by myself!" He puffed out his massive chest and patiently waited for the expected gratitude and acclaim.

"What do you want me to do with them?" Zelroth asked, acid dripping from the question.

Boldir didn't allow the older man to upset him. To all appearances he was a young, powerful man. He was much more, but a casual inspection showed nothing more than a man with long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, a short beard, a massive chest that was equaled by his arms and thighs. He wore appropriate armor and cut an impressive figure—in his mind at least—with the long cape he wore. Weapons seemed to bristle all over him: two swords, an axe, several daggers were visible. More were hidden away. A shield and helmet had been tossed aside when he entered the king's throne room.

To call it a throne room was giving it too much credit. The old king sat on a decrypt carved chair with crushed padding. It sat on stone dais meant to give an air of superiority to the occupant. It only drew attention to the fact that the seated king was that much less impressive in all aspects than the hero who came before him.

"I want you to pay me for them," Boldir stated. "The bounty for every goblin is ten pieces of gold. I would appreciate quick payment because I am currently, much to my shame, in debt."

"These are not my goblins," said Zelroth.

"Of course not. But I killed them on your lands and per the decree of Emperor Cintan, there is a ten gold bounty on each of them." He fixed the old king with an angry glare. "Pay up."

The king glared back. His majordomo leaned in from behind the throne and whispered in the old man's ear.

A moment later Zelroth grunted.

"Pay the…man."

A servant appeared a moment later with a small bag of coins, handing them to Boldir who tucked it away without bothering to count them.

"A pleasure, King Zelroth. I'll be spending the night," he said, "taking the hero's privilege."

Zelroth made a small gesture with his hand. "As you will."

The banquet resumed. If it was a celebration, it was a poor celebration. The room contained two score bodies, none seeming to be happy to be there. Boldir took a seat, helped himself to the roast meat and started eating.

The musicians resumed their playing.

The women continued to gossip, but changed their subject from the latest fashions and jewelry to who would be bedding the handsome hero that night.

The king's warriors looked away in shame, having been unable to kill the goblins plaguing the tiny kingdom in the mountains.

Boldir met every man and woman's gaze with a smile and an uplifted mug of ale.

The hero proved his skills weren't limited to killing goblins. He ate a feast unto himself. He downed a barrel of ale. He sang loudly with the musicians and danced with the women.

He didn't mind the sneaky groping of the women, each as determined as the next to keep her bed warm with his body when the banquet was over.

Slowly the warriors fell asleep from too much drinking and eating. Some passed out on the floor. Some on the tables and benches. The women gradually disappeared with partners other than Boldir, unable to seduce the hero. Dogs and children slipped away to their own bed. The king had retired early, uninterested in the party.

Eventually the musicians, seeing only Boldir was left, stopped playing their music.

The hero frowned. "Have you run out of songs?"

They laughed at his jest and packed away their instruments. Eventually Boldir found himself alone…except for the singer who had accompanied the band on her lute.

"How does a talented woman like yourself wind up entertaining a shitty, petty tyrant like Zelroth?" Boldir asked as she carefully put her lute in an oilskin case. The others were already gone.

"Same as you. Money. To keep our imperial license, we have to travel to every shitty, petty tyrant's patch of dirt to keep the people happy."

Boldir grunted. "Desperate times."

"Mirellis," she said.

He blinked. "I'm sorry. Is that a language I don't know?"

"No. It's my name."

"I didn't ask for it."

"I like the men I fuck to know my name," she replied.

"Bold of you to think I want to fuck you."

She looked pointedly around the room. Everyone else was drunk or asleep or both. "Were you going to choose someone else for the night?"

He eyed her. She was pretty with high cheekbones and a scar under her right eye that instead of being ugly, somehow managed to make her look cute.

Boldir liked to think nothing could shock or surprise him, but when Mirellis removed her cap, she showed off not a waterfall of tresses, but a head shaved bald. His eyes went wide.

"I never would have guessed that such a feminine and fetching voice came from a boy."

She laughed at him and ran her hand over her head. She wasn't truly bald, but had the tiniest length of hair that made her scalp fuzzy. "Long hair is a pain in the ass to maintain, especially when traveling. And those that would think me a boy are more likely to keep their unwanted advances to themselves. I can assure you I am a woman."

"How can you assure me of that?" asked Boldir after he finished the last of the ale in his mug.

Mirellis said nothing. She simply opened her tunic to show off her bare breasts.

They were small and pert and capped with light brown nipples.

Boldir felt his cock stir in his pants.

"Have you a room?"

She closed her tunic and retied the strings. "We were given a place to sleep." She beckoned.

Boldir followed.

To his surprise the room was empty but for a small bed. It was big enough. "Where are your companions?" he asked.

Her answer was to rush and embrace him, lifting her face for a kiss. Boldir wasn't the sort to turn down a kiss from a woman. She was as eager to shed her clothes as he was to help her. In a matter of seconds she was naked and they were on the bed.

He was easily twice her size. Her body was almost delicate next to his. She was thin and lithe with small breasts that Boldir discovered were a source of pleasure for her when he sucked on them. She gasped when he caught the nipple between his lips and groaned loudly when he lightly bit them.

"Oh…fuck!" she cursed as his hand went between her legs to discover her cunt was warm and wet already. Unlike her head, she had a pleasant patch of brown curls. He pushed one of his thick fingers into her tunnel. She groaned loudly. "If your cock is any bigger than your finger, you're going to split me in half."

He kissed her neck. "Let me prepare you for battle, my lady."

Not only was Boldir a hero, a goblin slayer, a warrior, but he was a gentleman with his lovers. He didn't hesitate at all to kiss his way down Mirellis's body until his face was between her legs. Her legs went over his shoulders as he licked her slit. She shivered when his tongue found her clit.

"You taste divine," he told her, lifting his face.

She laughed at him. "Then feast on me."

He did. In his experience it was an easy enough thing to kill a monster; it was a well-developed talent to make a woman cum.

Boldir proceeded to eat her quim until she was begging for him to stop.

Finally he lifted his face and wiped her amrita from his beard.

"Oh, warrior, you are a talented one."

He smiled down at her. "Thank you, my lady. Would you mind waiting a moment while I divest myself of my clothing and armor."

"So polite. Of course."

Boldir levered himself out of the bed and started stripping. Mirellis watched, with her hand between her legs, lightly rubbing her clit, while he undressed. His chest was broad and covered with hair, but she found that attractive in a man. It took him some effort and time to complete the process, but it was worth the wait.

He posed before her for a moment, letting her eyes drink in his natural beauty. His cock stood out from his crotch as proudly as he stood before her.

"I'll have to think of new metaphors for manhood when I write a song about you," she said as she knelt up and reached out for his cock. "Tree trunk? Battering ram? Wizard's staff?"

"Please, my lady, I am a fighter, not a magic user. You should call it my warrior's weapon, the soldier's spear, my mighty mace."

She tugged on it, her fingers barely able to wrap all the way around the thick shaft. "How about you just fuck me with it?"

"That I can do."

He pushed her to the bed and she willingly spread her legs. Mirellis told herself she was more than ready for him.

Unlike the battlefield, he wasn't brutal, but loving as he eased himself into her slowly. It was easy to put the head between her lips but every inch of his cock had to be carefully introduced to her quim. It was an effort but more than worth it once he was fully nested.

"I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow," she told him.

"Then you should enjoy yourself tonight."

He proceeded to fuck her. He didn't use her body for pleasure, but rather made sure she had several peaks of pleasure, satisfied with her reaction to how he controlled her body.

"Why don't you cum for me?" she begged.

"Is my lady sated?"

"I could cum a hundred more times and I would never tire of your cock."

"Should I do the gentlemanly thing and cum on your belly…or elsewhere?"

"Cum in my cunt," she ordered him. "It will be more than worth the risk."

He could do that. He slammed his cock into her hard. She gasped and shrieked at the sensations. Neither cared if anyone in the castle heard them now.

When Boldir climaxed, he grunted like he had been stabbed. She felt his hot cum coating her insides. She wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and locked her ankles behind his back.

"I want you inside me forever," she said, surprising herself at her debauched words.

He just grunted again and nodded, resting his weight on her for a minute before rolling off and allowing her to breathe normally again.

"You were loud enough to wake not only the drunkards in the king's throne room, but the dead as well," he told her.

She laughed at him. "My lovers usually say I have the voice of an angel."

Boldir frowned. "I've encountered angels before. Nasty creatures. You have the voice of a goddess. I merely said you were loud."

"I have to be loud when I sing. I need to drown out the drunkards."

"You are a lovely woman," he told her. "It was an honor to share your bed tonight." He started to rise but she grabbed his arm—pausing to admire how like a rock his biceps was—to prevent him from leaving.

"You aren't going to leave me alone, are you? I'm just a woman all alone and I need protection."

He laughed lightly. "I have no doubt that you can protect yourself, you seem a capable woman, but I am tired and would happily spend the night." He lay back down and closed his eyes. A second later they popped back open.

"You don't have an angry husband who will sneak in during the night and try to kill me, do you?" He grabbed her hand to look for a wedding band. There was none. He then inspected both her ears, looking for the ear cuff that elves and halfies wore to show they were partnered. Again, nothing. He had already inspected her body thoroughly enough to know she wasn't tattooed with a man's name or sigil.

She laughed at him again. "No. No angry husband will try to murder you tonight, I promise."

"Good."

She curled up next to him. His big hand cupped the back of her head and he admired the pleasant fuzziness of her trimmed hair.

"I don't mind killing monsters, but men are another matter."

 

 

Chapter 2

 

"Are you hard because you want to fuck again or because you need to piss?" Mirellis asked when he woke up the next morning.

"I wake up every morning with an erection," he proclaimed loudly. "But if you'd like a second round today, I'd be happy to—"

"No." She cut him off before he could ask. "I'm definitely sore from last night." She had one hand tucked protectively between her legs.

"My apologies, my lady. I know my cock is larger than most."

"Don't be modest. You're huge."

"Thank you."

"It was the best sex I've had in…well, in maybe forever."

"You're welcome."

"Would you like me to suck you off?"

Boldir blinked. "I wouldn't mind that at all."

They adjusted their positions in the bed and she wrapped her hand around his impressive girth. Mirellis had just put his glans in her mouth and started sucking when the door to her small room banged open.

Several guards barged in. Mirellis pulled the blanket up to cover herself but Boldir merely stood up to face the armed and armored guards with nothing but his naked skin.

"Boldir of Hrym, you are under arrest by order of King Zelroth for the rape of his lady Ismey," announced the guard sergeant that accompanied the guards.

"I've been here all night," Boldir said mildly. "Lady Mirellis can confirm it."

The bard smiled politely at the sergeant. "He has," she said, a shy smile on her face.

The sergeant ignored her and Boldir's words. "Put him in irons. Her as well. Bring them both to the king."

By now two of the guards had moved to take Boldir into custody. They were experienced fighting men, but both were cowed by Boldir's huge arms, let alone the size of the rest of him.

"Irons will not be necessary," said Boldir. "I'll face Zelroth happily."

"Do it anyway," the sergeant ordered.

"Try it and die," Boldir growled at them. He shoved both away and walked calmly to the door, pushing the sergeant out of the way. "I think I know the way to the throne room." He continued down the corridor, not wearing a stitch of clothing. The guards looked to the sergeant. He gestured for them to follow.

They ignored Mirellis who quickly dressed and chased after the strange parade.

She found the proceedings already underway in the throne room.

Boldir wasn't the least bit perturbed that he was standing naked in front of the king, his hands on his narrow hips and waist.

The women in attendance were more than a bit perturbed; they were admiring his muscles, his handsome face, and his impressive cock.

"You raped the Lady Ismey last night," proclaimed King Zelroth. "Do you have a plea?"

Boldir snorted. "I did not commit any such crime."

Zelroth nodded. "Fine. You've been found guilty of rape. I sentence you to—"

"I demand a trial!" Boldir shouted.

None of the women, and a few of the men, would have been happy to stare at Boldir's naked body for the entirely of ten trials.

One of Zelroth's advisors leaned in. "It would be wise to give the accused a trial. Imperial laws demand it."

Zelroth's lips curled back in a sneer. "Fine. Who will serve as your lawyer?" he asked Boldir. "Yourself?"

None of Zelroth's retinue were brave enough to step forward and offer to argue in favor of Boldir.

"I have no need of a lawyer. I demand a trial by combat."

For the first time in the ridiculous proceedings, Zelroth lost his mask of confidence. He pointed at the captain of the guard. "Helvand. You shall be my champion."

The man was middle aged and grizzled. He had seen many battles but was now more accustomed to commanding men from a point of safety rather than at the front line. Nevertheless, he nodded at his king and drew his sword.

"Give him a weapon," Helvand said to the sergeant.

"No!" barked Zelroth when the sergeant started to step forward with his own sword. "He demanded a trial by combat. That doesn't entitle him to a weapon. Trial by combat to the death."

The crowd murmured nervously. This was not how trials were supposed to go, whether by combat or argument.

Boldir smiled calmly. "No need." He fixed his gaze on Helvand. "Ready?"

The veteran of too many battles nodded. He had killed many men in his time. This wouldn't be the first time he was a de facto executioner.

Somehow, even naked and unarmed, when the two men started to circle each other, Boldir did not look the least bit intimidated or afraid. He held one hand open and the other closed in a fist.

Those hands were all the weapons he needed.

Helvand stepped forward for a simple thrust, hoping to end the fight quickly.

He was too slow.

Maybe he was worried about fighting an unarmed man. Maybe he was past his prime as a duelist. Maybe he was intimidated by the size of Boldir's cock.

It didn't matter. Boldir sidestepped the thrust, moved inhumanly fast inside of Helvand's guard, punched him once in the stomach, grabbed his sword arm, and twisted it, neatly disarming the captain.

Before Helvand could react, Boldir scooped up the sword, bounded toward Zelroth, and neatly separated the king's head from his body.

Blood sprayed from the king's stump of a neck, soaking Boldir and those close to the king.

"Not guilty," Boldir declared and walked away.

 

Boldir left the king's stronghold without anyone harassing him. He was halfway down the narrow path that connected the castle to the main road when he turned back, annoyed that he was being followed.

The figure pursuing him was on a small cart pulled by a donkey.

Boldir didn't feel threatened, but annoyed.

After a minute the figure caught up to him.

"That was more than impressive." Mirellis the bard smiled at him from the cart's padded seat.

"What was impressive? Me killing the king or the way I fucked you last night."

"Both."

"Aye. Thank you for the compliment. Now go back to your musical troupe."

"I want to accompany you and write songs about your heroics," she said as he turned and continued his march to the road.

"No."

"You can't stop me." She tapped the donkey with a long-handled whip and followed the hero.

"I just killed four goblins and a king. I can stop whoever I want."

"I'll keep your bed warm at night," she offered.

He looked askance at her as the cart drew next to him. "I thought you were a singer, not a whore."

"I'm a bard, actually. Songs. Poetry. Music." She lifted the lute case under her feet. "Tall tales. Sleight of hand. Bit o' this, bit o' that."

"You'll wind up dead before long."

"It'll be worth it."

He stopped and laughed, placing his hands on his knees. "I've only heard such foolish and dangerous words from boys facing their first battle. Most of them died as well."

"Most," said Mirellis. "Not all."

Baldir shrugged. "It's your life."

"Where are you going?" she asked him as they started traveling again.

"Why do you want to know?"

"I'm going to write an epic poem about your exploits."

Once more Baldir paused in his marching. "No one writes epic poems any longer."

She stopped her cart two paces ahead of him and looked over her shoulder. "I'm bringing it back. With you as my subject, I'll be world famous. Or at least imperially famous."

He shook his head at her. "You said you'll keep my bed warm?"

Giving him a wink, she added, "And more if you want."

"I'll want it," he said and started walking again. "Do you think you'll grow your hair out?"

She laughed at him. "No. Don't you like my cap?"

"It's pretty enough."

"I've already composed the first couple of stanzas of my poem. Want to hear them?"

Baldir sighed. "I suppose."

She cleared her throat and recited from memory.

Baldir the warrior, brave and strong,

Slew four goblins with his mighty sword.

He fought them all, without a wrong,

And sent them to their fiery reward.

The goblins' blood ran red and fast,

As Baldir's blade did cut and thrust.

He showed no mercy, not one last,

Until the goblins all were dust.

Smiling at him, she asked, "What do you think?"

"You have a pretty singing voice."

Her brow furrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Maybe composition isn't your strong suit."

"It's a first draft. And you still haven't told me where we're going."

"Where I am going, you mean."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Where are you going?"

"To kill a troll."

"Oh! There's lots of words that rhyme with troll!" Mirellis exclaimed. "Roll, bowl, cajole, casserole, coal, droll, hole, mole, patrol, pole—"

"Stop! Please."

Mirellis stuck out her bottom lips but paused. "Fine. Do you want to have sex when we pause for a noon meal?"

 

It was three days of traveling through the mountains to where Boldir had been told he could find a troll to kill. Every night Mirellis shared Boldir's bedroll supposedly to keep him warm. He was the one keeping her warm, but only after fucking her into exhaustion.

The cart donkey always slipped free of his hobble when they were especially loud in their lovemaking, but he never wandered far. That was good because all of Mirellis's possessions were in the cart. Boldir traveled light, carrying only his weapons and a small pack.

On the morning after the third night, Mirellis was starting to rethink her offer. The sex with Boldir was incredible, but he was wearing her out and making her sore. Her quim wasn't used to being pounded every night by his thick cock.

"What do you think of this?" she asked and launched into her latest poem.

 

There once was a troll in a hole,

Who was mean and green and stole.

He ate all the food,

And made everyone rude,

Now he's all alone in his hole.

"I think…maybe you should become a whore. You're a better fuck than you are a poet."

Mirellis's eyes went wide. "That's fucking rude, you piece of shit!"

He laughed at her. "Maybe sing someone else's song about a troll?" he suggested.

"I hope the godsdamned troll kills you," she spat at him.

He shrugged. "There's always that chance, but it's unlikely."

"How much further do we have to go?" she asked, picking the last of the morning's gruel out of a pot over the fire. She was starting to wish for regular taverns on the path they were taking. As it was, in the mountains they had seen no other people, let alone a tavern.

Boldir pointed. "There's the entrance to the cave."

She hadn't seen it the night before. It was little more than a hundred yards away. She slapped his shoulder. It felt like slapping a boulder. "The monster could have come out in the middle of the night and eaten us."

"But it didn't," he pointed out.

Suddenly, she was nervous. "How can I help you?"

"By staying out here. Trolls are dangerous. Much more dangerous than goblins. You are no warrior."

Mirellis nodded. "I can do that."

He drank the last of the bitter tea she had brewed and stood up. "Now is the time."

"Do you want me to give you a blowjob before you go in?"

He shook his head. "No. I'll need my energy. Save it for when I come out."

She nodded nervously. He seemed cool and collected. Maybe this was all just part of who he was. "Are you going to be okay?" she asked.

He grinned at her. "Of course. Keep your quim ready for me."

She had nothing to say to that and just watched as he walked to the cave, lit a torch, and then disappeared inside.

Mirellis had no idea how long she would have to wait. To pass the time she wrote some more stanzas of her poem, practiced on her lute, fed the donkey, and set about cooking something for the midday meal. The bard was so focused on keeping herself busy that she completely missed the massive figure that suddenly and silently appeared from around the boulder that formed a wall of the temporary encampment.

"That smells tasty."

The voice rumbled against the stone and Mirellis whipped around to see who had spoken. She wished she hadn't.

In her travels Mirellis had seen plenty of races besides humans. The person who stood before her now frightened her down to her core.

She stood easily seven feet tall and had green skin covered with black tribal tattoos. A mane of black hair was pulled back into a practical ponytail. Mirellis was able to see the tattoos because the interloper wore little more than a furry loincloth and bandeau. She carried a huge warhammer, a backpack stuffed with equipment, and wore furry boots.

For all her worldly experience, Mirellis was unable to place the other's race. She wasn't a goblin or orc. Possibly an ogre. Maybe a gnoll, but that seemed unlikely. With her pointed ears she might be a demon of—

"Oi!" the huge woman barked. "What are you cooking?"

Mirellis had frozen and didn't hear the words spoken to her.

"Ch-ch-chicken stew. The chicken is dried, I'm sorry to say."

"Got enough to share?"

Her lips were dark green. So were her eyes. But Mirellis was staring at the large, sharp incisors that filled the woman's mouth.

"I do…but my companion will be back shortly." It was a lie—a hopeful lie—meant to cow the other. "He'll be expecting something to eat."

She grunted and squatted down, her eyes staying on the slowly bubbling pot of food. Mirellis looked at her powerful thighs. By squatting their eyes were now nearly level. "Where is he?"

With a shaking finger, Mirellis pointed at the cave where Boldir had gone. "There. He's killing a troll."

The interloper grunted. "Huh. Good for him. What's your name?"

"Mirellis." The young bard figured every second she talked was another second the monster wasn't killing her.

"Sulie."

Mirellis blinked. "What?"

"My name's Sulie. You introduced yourself. I responded. Are you a boy or a girl?"

Mirellis knew that she had androgynous looks and her manner of dress only enhanced that, but it was still a bold statement from Sulie.

"I'm a woman."

"The hair makes you look like a boy." Sulie grunted again, still looking at the chicken stew. "And I don't see any tits."

Glancing at Sulie's chest, it was obvious she was female. Her breasts were large, like everything else on her.

"I can assure you that I am a woman." Mirellis lifted her chin, daring Sulie to challenge her.

Instead, she changed the subject.

"Killing trolls is hard."

"He knows what he's doing."

"What's your boyfriend's name?"

"He's not my boyfriend!"

Sulie snorted. "Right. You're waiting here for him making him a celebratory dinner and…" She lifted her head and sniffed the air deeply. "And I can smell that he recently fucked you. What's his name?"

Not wanting to upset the creature, Mirellis replied, "Boldir."

Sulie glanced away from the stew pot and examined Mirellis for a moment. "Huh."

They sat in silence for a minute.

Sulie licked her dark green lips.

Mirellis didn't move at all.

Abruptly, Sulie stood up, her seven foot figure towering over the bard. "You hear that?"

The small woman just shook her head. "I only hear the wind."

"He's fighting the troll."

"You can hear that?" The bard glanced at the cave in the distance.

Sulie flicked her long, pointed ears. "These ain't for decoration. Think he'll get mad if I join in the fun?"

"The fun?"

"Killing the troll."

"I have no idea."

Sulie brooded thoughtfully. "Don't want to get on Boldir's bad side…but killing trolls…hmm." She dropped her pack to the ground and shouldered her warhammer.

"If we aren't back by the time the sun is a fist off the horizon, you'll want to leave. Trolls get hungry." She headed to the cave.

Mirellis wondered what she had gotten herself into.

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

Boldir was having the time of his life. The troll was particularly mean and nasty. The cave wasn't all that deep, but it seemed half full of bones from all sorts of animals and humanoids. After a brief parlay ("You can come with me peacefully or in pieces", said Boldir, which he thought was particularly witty, but the troll simply screamed, "I'll eat your tongue first!") they fell to arms. Rather, Boldir pulled out his sword and the troll came after him with claws.

The hero easily dodged the troll's attacks and what swipes with its deadly claws he couldn't avoid were handily defeated by Boldir's armor. Boldir found fighting the monster was easy because the troll was used to rushing scared humans and quickly disabling them with deadly claw rakes. Boldir wasn't afraid and was able to score hit after hit with his sword.

The problem was that the troll healed incredibly fast. Deep slashes on the thing's body turned to minor scars in a matter of seconds. Jabbing his weapon through the troll's torso was effective until the weapon was removed. Blood spattered and sprayed around, making the already noisome cave even worse.

Changing tactics, Boldir waited for an opening and used his sword to chop off one of the troll's hands, neatly severing it in the middle of the forearm.

The troll screamed loudly.

"The gods have seen fit to end your days by my sword," declared Boldir as he moved to decapitate the beast.

The troll's scream morphed into an evil laugh. "No. Never." It raised up its maimed arm, showing that it had already regrown the limb. The fresh hand was a lighter shade of green, but was fully functional.

Boldir was taken aback and surprised. He barely had time to dodge as the thing clawed at him again. The miss was only barely thus; for his trouble Boldir was rewarded with three slashed across his cheek. Bloody, but not deadly.

The two went after each other with renewed ferocity. Boldir scored hit after meaningless hit. The troll's attacks were largely ineffective, either missing entirely or just scraping along Boldir's armor or shield.

Boldir resigned himself to fighting the thing forever unless he came up with a better plan. When he was momentarily distracted by stumbling over the severed hand that grabbed at his calf, the troll grabbed his sword arm and tried to take a bite out of his bulging biceps. Boldir smashed it in the mouth with his shield and the two broke apart, Boldir streaming blood from his arm and the troll spitting out teeth.

A moment later, when they resumed, Boldir changed tactics and swiped at the thing's knee. Again he scored a hit, cutting off its leg. The troll collapsed and Boldir moved in for the kill, though he wasn't certain how to do that, exactly.

The troll scrambled away, trailing dark blood behind him, while cackling maniacally. "You won't kill Ol' Malak, today."

Malak the troll disappeared into the cave's shadows and Boldir hurried after him. The moment after Malak grabbed Boldir from behind, the hero realized he had acted rashly. The monster tried to chew on Boldir's neck; only by jamming his shield in place did he stop the troll. The clinch was broken when Boldir shoved his sword into the thing's genitals.

"Cut it off and I'll have two cocks to rape your dead body with," Malak spat at him.

Boldir was done with the battle. He screamed a cry of frustration and sprang at Malak, his sword flashing faster than the eye could follow.

Cutting off the thing's head should have been his initial strategy.

Black blood fountained and Boldir found himself soaked.

The troll's body collapsed to the cave's stone floor. Boldir kicked aside the head.

"Shit for brains," he said, breathing heavily. He promised himself a minute's rest before returning to Mirellis and slid slowly with his back against the wall to the ground next to the dead troll's body.

He swore he hadn't fallen asleep, but the scrape of claws on stone brought him to his senses. A moment later the thing was clawing at Boldir. Again. It took him a moment to come out of his reverie, but then Boldir realized it wasn't the troll. It was a miniature troll.

The thing had grown a new body out of the severed head. Instead of being seven feet tall it was barely two feet, with a third of that being the head. The body looked like that of a toddler. Boldir swiped at the mutant with his sword, intent on splitting the thing into as many pieces as possible.

He wasn't expecting the troll's previously headless body to appear as if from out of nowhere, clawing at him as well. This enemy had a miniature head mounted on top of the full-sized body. Whether or not the thing could understand what it was doing was a matter of debate. But Boldir wasn't worried about debate at the moment; he was trying to not get killed.

Somehow he had made things worse for himself.

The fight seemed to get worse and worse. Every time he made progress against one of the monsters, the other would attack and let the first heal. Boldir started to worry.

Then the smaller troll (the one with the huge head and tiny body) suddenly exploded in a spray of gore as a heavy warhammer came crashing down on the disgusting thing.

"Ya gotta smash 'em to bits or burn 'em," a giant green woman told him while swinging her warhammer at the big one still slashing away at Boldir. She caught it in the side and sent it flying across the cave, crashing it in the wall. It only took the thing a second to recover and come at the two of them.

Two powerful and competent fighters against one mindless monster, made the fight much easier. Working together they slashed and bashed the monster to the ground and cut its limbs from the torso. The female warrior spent a moment crushing the skull with her hammer.

By the time they were done they were completely covered in blood and gore. Boldir was triumphant and wanted to celebrate.

Sulie was more practical and tossed him a leather sack. "Put the limbs in there. I'll carry the head and body."

"Why?" He was puzzled. The battle was won.

She snorted at him. "Because we need to take them back to your girlfriend to burn 'em."

"Girlfriend?" he asked, puzzled, but followed her orders anyway.

"The cute thing down the mountain making chicken stew for you? Looks like a boy?"

"She's not my girlfriend," he replied as they started to hurry out of the cave. The limbs weren't completely dead. He could feel them writhing around inside the sack.

"So you're just fucking her?"

Boldir wasn't the sort to kiss and tell. He wasn't the sort not to brag, either. "She loved it when I shoved my cock in her."

Sulie grunted. "I'm sure."

The conversation halted as they ran full speed down the mountain. It only took a few minutes to get to the fire, but immediately Sulie saw the fire was too small. She grabbed all the firewood Mirella had gathered, along with the meager supply in Mirella's cart, and tossed it on top of the cookfire.

"What are you doing?" Mirella protested, grabbing away the stew pot before the contents were upended or boiled over.

"Need to burn some troll," said Boldir, dumping the troll limbs on the fire. Yellow-green smoke rose up filling the campsite with a foul order that made Mirella want to vomit. Maybe they wouldn't need to have a celebratory feast.

Sulie waited a moment to make sure the fire was burning along with the troll limbs, and then tossed on the torso and was about to add the head before Boldir knocked it out of her hands. The thing's jaws snapped at him.

"What are you doing!" she protested.

"I need that to collect the bounty."

Sulie laughed. "Bounty? Ha!" She grabbed the still biting head off the ground. "Who needs gold or silver?"

Boldir snatched it away. In the struggle, the troll head managed to lock onto the hero's forearm with its teeth. Boldir growled at the pain. "I do." He shoved Sulie away.

"We can't keep it like that," Sulie countered. "It'll grow another body."

Boldir frowned. "I need it for my reward."

"Do you want to keep fighting it every day?"

Boldir never shied away from a fight, but he could see the logic in her words.

"Why not just sear the neck?" suggested Mirellis.

Boldir and Sulie looked at each other like the other was an idiot. From his pack of weapons, Boldir grabbed a spear and shoved the business end through the troll's right eye. It tried to scream in pain, but it had no lungs.

Spitted like a pig, Boldir placed the head on the fire's coals and let the flesh cook and burn.

"She's a smart woman," Boldir told Sulie. "Not just a pretty face." He gave Mirellis a wink.

Sulie just grunted.

"Thanks. I think," said Mirellis.

"Is the stew ready?" asked the green-skinned warrior.

"You're hungry after this…stink?" Mirellis asked. Clouds of green-yellow smoke continued to rise from the fire.

"Yes."

Looking her up and down, Mirellis said, "You need to wash first."

"An excellent idea," agreed Boldir. "My hands are soiled." He pointed. "There is a mountain stream of reasonable size just below the boulder. It was where we got our water from last night."

He pulled the now disabled troll head from the fire and placed it on a flat rock to cool. Then he picked up his bloodied weapons and shield and marched away.

Mirellis eyes Sulie. "You'd better join him. There's no way I'll be able to eat smelling the both of you."

Sulie gazed longingly at the stew.

"I promise I'll keep it warm."

Sulie followed Boldir.

By the time she found the stream, Boldir had already stripped off his armor and clothing and was standing in a small pool washing the troll gore and viscera from his skin and hair.

Sulie paused next to the boulder. Boldir was naked and the pool only came up to his thighs. He was a prime example of human perfection. She looked at him with lust and watched him rub water over his body. His muscles seemed to ripple in the bright sunlight and cold water. Maybe he wasn't a giant, but he certainly had the strength of one.

The only real disappointment in her observation was his cock. The cold water and air did him no favors. He wasn't shriveled up, but his manhood was discouraging in its size. Then again, he wasn't aroused.

Moving away from the boulder, Sulie joined Boldir in the water. He noticed the moment she entered the pool. Unlike him she had kept her clothes on, limited as they were. It was practical on her part because the fur and leather were blood-soaked and needed to be cleaned.

He watched in silence as she dipped under the water and sluiced much of the gore off with her hands. He saw that the black marks scattered randomly over her body were truly tattoos and not just surface ink. Or maybe they weren't tattoos at all, but were racial coloring. Just like Mirellis, he had no idea what race Sulie was exactly.

"The water's cold," he commented.

She looked pointedly at his crotch. "I can see that," she replied and pulled her bandeau off her chest. She dunked it in the water, twisted it to squeeze the water out, and repeated the process before tossing it onto a rock next to the pool.

Baldir watched her. More specifically he watched her tits. They were large. Proportionally large. Since she stood seven feet tall and was as muscular as he was, he expected her tits to be little more than slight bumps on her pectorals. That was far from the case. They were large, but not enormous; Sulie was a warrior, after all.

He focused on her nipples. They were dark green, like her lips, and were tightly puckered, standing so erect that it looked painful.

She saw him staring at her. "See something you like?"

"You have great tits," he complimented her.

"You've got a small dick," she countered.

He looked down. "Right now, yes. But with a little effort—"

When he looked back up, Sulie was in the process of removing her loincloth. She had to twist around and balance in an ungainly manner to pull it off, giving Baldir a good look at her ass in the process. He smiled at her shape and muscles.

Finally getting the garment off, she turned around to face him again, dipped and rinsed and twisted and rinsed it loincloth once more before tossing it aside. His eyes locked onto her quim.

"You're barer than a maiden!" he exclaimed.

Her sex was smooth and hairless, the outer lips a slightly darker shade than the rest of her body, but Baldir suspected her inner lips were fetchingly dark.

"I have no hair but that on my head," she said proudly, tossing her long ponytail.

His eyes flicked up at her face and he was startled to realize that she had no eyebrows but had the illusion of them because of her markings.

"Surely you must have some hair on your body," he suggested as he waded through the water toward her.

"I challenge you to find a single hair on me below my scalp." Sulie wrung out her ponytail and folded her arms over her tits.

"Challenge accepted." He approached her; she didn't move. It hadn't been obvious when they were fighting, but she was almost a head taller than he. Baldir was forced to look up at the woman. "You are oddly alluring up close."

"You speak like a failed bard," she sniffed.

His hand went between her legs, making her startle ever so slightly, but she didn't back away.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

"Inspecting you for body hair."

"I already told you that you will find none there."

"Or anywhere else?" he asked. Before she could reply, he pushed a finger into her tunnel. She grunted and then sighed, but refused to be distracted.

"No where else," she said and reached down for Baldir's cock. She was heartened when she found that he had grown…and continued to grow while she stroked him.

Moving his finger in and out of her quim, Baldir said, "I'll have to give you a full body inspection later."

"Later?"

"Later. Right now I want to fuck you. Fuck you hard."

"What makes you think you can fuck me."

"I've got my fingers up your cunt," and here he added a second finger to the first, "and you're pulling on my cock like you want to yank it out of the ground and devour it like a carrot."

Sulie chortled at his odd analogy, but didn't dispute his analysis. "I don't want you to fuck me," she said, all evidence to the contrary.

"You don't?" he asked skeptically.

"I want you to fuck me hard!" She grabbed his body and pulled him tightly to her, bending her head down for a kiss. Their tongues battled in their mouths, exploring the other. Half fighting and half working together, they moved each other to the edge of the pool, up against a cliff wall and in shallow water that came up to their ankles.

Baldir was fully erect now. His fingers were coated with Sulie's amrita. His cock was dripping precum and her fingers were slick from it. Using a move he had executed against wrestling opponents he slammed her against the rock wall, pinning her there, kicking her legs apart so that he could shove his cock into her.

Unfortunately for the both of them, their height difference worked against them. As impressively large as Baldir was when hard, there was no way his manhood could reach her. Either his legs or his cock would need to add at least another foot of length.

"This isn't working," he grunted as he ground his cock along her inner thigh.

"I'm cursed with short, horny men," she grunted.

"Squat down?" he suggested.

"Hells no. On the ground."

They looked doubtfully at the rough mixture of sand and gravel that formed the edge of the pool.

"That looks like it would grind your cock down to a nub," she observed.

"It'll fill your quim like an oyster full of pearls."

"Sounds painful."

Baldir was a man of action. Employing another wrestling move he tripped Sulie and swung her around his hip and over his thigh, placing her on all fours with him kneeling behind her.

"I don't like to fuck like animals," she grunted as his cock probed between her legs.

"To the gods, we are all animals," he replied, taking his cock in hand to better guide it. He now saw that he had been correct in his original guess; her inner lips were indeed a dark green.

Though she had protested, Sulie reached under her body, found his lengthy shaft, and with his assistance, guided it into her quim.

They both groaned with satisfaction as he filled her up.

After a second's pause, Baldir grabbed her hips and started thrusting, slamming his cock deeply into her, his rigid abdominal muscles slamming up against her equally hard buttocks. It was a battle of bodies already perfected.

He could feel her quim heat up on his cock, or maybe he was fucking her so fast and fiercely that their genitals were literally heating up from the friction. He didn't care. It didn't matter. What did surprise him was her sudden and abrupt orgasm. Sulie cried out with a loud howl that sounded like she was in the throes of pain from being stabbed.

Baldir stopped moving. "Did I hurt you?"

Her cry changed to laughter. "You? Hurt me? You'd need more than just your cock to hurt me? Fuck no. You made me cum!"

"You're loud," he observed.

"Make me cum again and I'll show you how loud I can be."

"I thought you didn't like fucking in this position."

"Keep making me cum and maybe I'll change my mind.”

That was all the encouragement that Baldir needed. He continued to pound away at her quim, shifting position and technique after each time he made her cum. It wasn't difficult to make her cum but Baldir didn't care. He liked listening to her howls.

She dug in the gravel-like sand with her thick fingers as he fucked her. She rubbed her dark-green clit to make herself climax faster and harder. She arched her back and tightened up her muscles to feel different sensations. They were fucking so hard that sweat poured off their bodies, assuring that they would need to bathe again when they were done.

It seemed like they would never be done. Baldir seemed to have the endurance of a kratoan dragon. Sulie's ability to climax would rival that of an Imperially trained courtesan.

Alerted by Sulie's screams of passion, Mirellis came to investigate. At first she was worried the pair had been attacked by some new monster, or maybe another troll. What she found was the two fucking like old lovers. It made her suspicious.

It made her worried.

It made her a bit angry.

But mostly it made her lusty.

Seeing the two with their perfect bodies fucking away with abandon turned her on. There was only one thing to do.

Taking a seat on the smooth, flat rock where Sulie had tossed her sparse clothing, Mirellis watched the two have sex. While not an aficionado of brothels or of public sexual performances, the bard could appreciate the raw energy and entertainment value of watching others form the beast with two backs.

She was only able to watch the two fuck for less than a minute before she was reaching up under her skirts and putting her fingers into quim. Watching Baldir control the bigger, stronger woman was a thing of pleasure in itself. The way that Sulie was able to allow her body to be used entirely for pleasure and let the world around her know that she was climaxing only inflamed Mirellis's desire.

Before long Mirellis was rubbing hard at her clit and had all but forgotten about those she was observing. The fantasy spun up in her head was too much and she reached her peak, tried to stifle her cry of passion, failed completely, and came hard enough to make the two she was spying on pause and turn their heads to observe the slightly built bard.

Mirellis was still trembling with aftershocks, her thighs clamped tightly around her hand, when she opened her eyes and saw Boldir and Sulie watching her.

”Shit," she cursed.

"Enjoying the show?" asked Sulie.

"Uh…very much so," she said, quickly recovering. Pulling her hand from her quim, she licked her fingers and got to her feet. "Carry on. I'll just go check the stew and write a few stanzas about your epic victory. Come back to the fire when you're ready to eat." She beat a hasty retreat around the boulder, her cheeks on fire with embarrassment.

Sulie craned her neck around so she could look at Boldir. "Did you know she was watching us?"

"No."

"Does she do this sort of thing often?"

"Fuck if I know. I bedded the girl five days ago for the first time. Though it would have been polite of her to join in and not just watch."

Sulie snorted. "It would have been polite for her to ask to watch."

"Want to stop?"

"No. I want you to make me cum."

"Again?"

"I can go all day if you want."

"I'd like to cum myself."

"Then why don't you?"

"In your quim or on your ass?"

"In me. Why waste it?"

There was no arguing with that logic. Once more Boldir grabbed his paramour-of-the-moment and began banging away at her. She came twice more before he emptied his balls into her with a groaning that said he was dying, or being reborn.

Afterwards, they washed again, put on the minimal amount of clothing necessary, gathered their weapons and armor, before hiking up to the campsite.

The moment they rounded the last boulder, Mirellis said, "I didn't mean to spy on you, I just heard…noises, and I went to investigate and I got caught up in the moment."

Sulie grunted. "Next time, just ask. Where's the grub?"

She wasn't perturbed at all for having been spied up.

Mirellis handed her a bowl of stew. "You have an incredible body," she complimented the green-skinned warrior.

"Thank you."

Boldir was put out. "What about me?" He was always looking for praise.

"I've seen your body," said the bard and stuck out her tongue.

He took the bowl from her hand and started eating, famished after killing a troll (twice or three times, depending on how one counted) and fucking Sulie.

There wasn't a lot of stew left, but Mirellis scraped the last out of the pot and looked directly at Sulie. "I'm not trying to be rude, but I'm pretty good at identifying all the humanoid races. What are you?"

Even the wind stopped whistling through the boulders as an uncomfortable silence filled the space.

Sulie finished chewing a mouthful of meat and said, "I'm half troll, half human. Why?"

Mirellis blinked. "You killed one of your own?"

The half-troll glared back at her. "Not one of my own. That was a full troll. And I've killed humans as well." She shifted her eyes to Boldir. "Have you killed humans?"

"More than I can count."

Sulie looked back at Mirellis. "See? Dead is dead."

Mirellis uncomfortably cleared her throat. "So you're a half-troll?"

"Yeah."

Boldir shook his head and swallowed the last of his stew. "No she's not."

The green-skinned woman glared at him. "Are you calling me a liar?"

"Trolls don't have babies," he said as if imparting wisdom of the ages. "They grow new trolls from the bits that get hacked off them."

Sulie grunted. "Well, I guess I'll have to talk to mom and pop about that."

Wanting to change the subject that she brought up, Mirellis asked, "Where are we going next, Boldir?"

"Priat City for the bounty." He kicked the dead troll's head.

Sulie accompanied them down the mountain. They didn't get very far before having to make camp for the night. No one objected to the half-troll's presence. Maybe because she helped kill the troll. Maybe because there was safety in numbers. Maybe because Boldir wanted to fuck her again.

True to her promise, Mirellis helped keep Boldir's bed warm for the night. Sulie didn't complain about the other two sharing a bedroll on the opposite side of the fire. She slid on top of Boldir and pulled up her skirts, rubbing her quim on his crotch. His body quickly responded.

"You don't have to fuck me tonight," he said.

"I want to fuck you," she replied with little kisses on his cheeks, lips, and neck.

"You don't have to prove anything to me."

She paused. "Do you prefer troll cunt over mine?"

"Not at all." He pushed down his trousers, freeing his cock. With a bit of maneuvering he managed to slip inside of her and she sighed heavily as he filled her up.

"What do you prefer?" she asked as she started to ride him, unconcerned if Sulie was watching or asleep.

"I prefer the cunt that's currently on my cock."

She laughed at him. "Am I going to get to watch you fuck other women while we travel together?"

"Only if you want to watch."

"I like watching…I like participating…" Shy slyly looked over to Sulie's unmoving body. "I like it when there's more than just two fucking…"

Boldir grunted. "Slut…"

"You should hear what they call me in the musician's guild…"

They fell silent a minute while their bodies worked. Not willing to let Sulie show her up Mirellis's vocalizations became louder and louder and she ground atop Boldir's cock. Partially slaked by his earlier encounter with Sulie, it took some time for Boldir to climax. Mirellis shook and shuddered on top of him, loudly groaning as she did so.

"Are you two done?" Sulie asked loudly when Mirellis quieted down.

"Yes," Boldir answered.

Mirellis blushed and said nothing. The weak firelight barely pushed back the darkness so no one saw her reaction.

"Good. Can I get some sleep now?"

"Yes. I'll make it up to you when we get to Priat City. I'll take you to the finest whorehouse and pay for their best strumpet."

She grunted. "I'll hold you to that promise."

The rest of the journey to Priat City was almost boring. There wasn't much to do when they rested at night other than to eat, talk, and listen to Mirellis sing. And fuck. Just to make sure that Boldir wasn't the sort of egotistic hero to jump beds to the newest thing, Mirellis fucked him every night. It made her sore, but was worth it. Sulie didn't seem to have any interest in fucking Boldir again, which was fine with Mirellis. She even composed a short stanza about their victory.

 

Su and Boldir, two heroes bold,

Fought a troll in the forest old.

They struck with their swords,

And the troll they floored,

And now the troll is dead and cold.

 

Boldir was unimpressed but said it was a worthy effort. Sulie was blunt in her criticism.

"My name isn't Su."

"I needed to shorten it to make the rhythm scan."

"We didn't fight in a forest."

"Poetic license."

"I didn't use a sword."

Exasperated, Mirellis spat, "Don't you have anything constructive to say?"

"It's awful."

"That's not constructive!"

"The troll is dead," Sulie said after a moment's thought.

"I don't know why I try."

"Also, you aren't a very good poet."

"Piss off, bitch."

Mirellis fucked Boldir extra hard that night, being as loud as possible. They had taken shelter under an oak tree. Neither the tree nor Sulie seemed to care for Mirellis's antics.

They spent most of their nights outside, but had one opportunity to sleep in an inn. The tavern owner wasn't thrilled to have a half-troll within his walls, but Mirellis sang beautifully and Sulie hid in the shadows.

They were all relieved when they finally passed through the gates of Priat City. A hub of trade and commerce, both Sulie and Mirellis expected Boldir to take them directly to a government office to collect his troll bounty. Instead, he went to a temple.

A few of the citizens looked at Sulie as they walked through the tightly-packed streets, but she was hardly the strangest or most exotic species to visit the city. Beyond humans, elves, and dwarves—the Empire's three most important species—there were half-orcs, lesser and greater goblins, a few ogres, and a handful species that Mirellis couldn't identify.